Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 4: Songs

~Think of me fondly when we’ve said good bye. Remember me, once in a while. Please promise me you’ll try. When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me. – Andrew Webber~

When Sebastian woke up, it was already evening. He got up slowly and looked around blearily. The room did not look familiar to him but he must admit that it was nice-looking. The color schemes made it look modern yet comfy at the same time. The furniture and other miscellaneous things were arranged in an orderly manner. When he swung his legs off the bed, he felt a soft material underneath his feet. He looked down to see that there was a thick roll-up mattress covered with a blue duvet beside the bed. There were two pillows neatly arranged on it, with a note on top of one of the pillows. Sebastian picked it up and unfolded it.

Next time, this is where you sleep :p- -Kurt.

Sebastian smiled.

Gingerly, he stretched his right arm and got out of bed. The clock on the nightstand said it was nearly7 p.m. Sebastian looked around the room curiously. His duffel bags were piled at the corner of the room, alongside his guitar. Nice of them to get my guitar as well… Sebastian thought with a smile. His eyes strayed to the while shelf in front of the bed where it held the most things; from a certificate of participation from the 2010 Show Choir Regional’s to a crown resting on top of a fake glass skull (Where on earth did Kurt get that? Sebastian stared at it with a raised eyebrow). What really caught his eyes, however, was the nicely framed photo of Kurt and Blaine. They were dressed in tuxedoes with Kurt wearing the crown he saw earlier, and Blaine was looking with the fondest expression Sebastian had ever seen.

“Hey,”

Startled, Sebastian turned to see Kurt looking at him as he leaned against the doorway. He had changed from his earlier attire and was now only wearing a simple combination of skinny jeans and a loose fitting long-sleeved black shirt. His hair was still styled, though and Sebastian could not help himself from remarking upon it.

“Do you plan to sleep looking like you just stepped off a Puerto-Rican Pride float, too, princess?” Sebastian smirked.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Please, at least I’m not the one who reeked of hospitals,” he said. “Anyway, since you’re awake, dinner’s gonna be ready in half an hour so I suggest you take a bath and go downstairs later,”

“You should listen to yourself,” Sebastian smirked. “You sound like my mom-,” Sebastian broke off and suddenly, he looked really uncomfortable. Kurt’s face softened and he took a step towards Sebastian.

“Sebastian-,”

“Go,” Sebastian cut him off curtly. “I’ll be downstairs in a sec,”

Kurt stared at him for a second before he sighed. “I’ll see you, then,” he said, before closing the door behind him.

Sebastian stared at the wall for a long moment, his jaw set and eyes hard. Unknown to him, his clenched fists were shaking at his sides.

Meanwhile, outside the door, Kurt fished out his phone and begun texting, his expression determined.

~*.*~

Sebastian went downstairs 15 minutes later, freshly bathed and dressed in a long-sleeved button-up shirt and black pants. He padded softly across the living room, taking a look around the house at the same time. The house itself was similar to Kurt’s bedroom; a mixture of modern and the comfy feeling that reminded Sebastian of those little holiday cottages by the seaside. There was a game counsel in front of the television with game discs littering a small portion of the carpet. Magazines were neatly arranged on the coffee table and there was a piece of paper titled “The History of World War II” on top of the pile of magazines. Sebastian somehow recognized the handwriting as Kurt’s.